Luyện nghe bài hát Me, Myself & I (Freestyle)

Uh huh, Rob Got Beats on the
We Ready?
Man this one of my favorite Beyonce songs, man
up though, Bey? Yeah
Don

Man, this one for the ones who hold me down so we forever on the
as I got charts, it's never me, myself & I
Straight up,
Man one for the ones who cop the album and they ain't need a receipt
All the internet plumbers, you know for the leaks
Been trying to middle ground, like yellow lines in the street
show is just getting started, don't worry man take a seat
I got mom and bro around like better than the family
Did a show at House of Blues that was better than the Grammy's
On the phone with my dad to handle whats out of hand
Reminiscing we used to 5-on-5, no hand to hands (ballin)
man what all those times meant to us
Girls ask me why call me big, that shit ambiguous
Rappers who was killin shit, lately I can't feel that
Ya'll used to didn't feel my shit and now ya'll like "you this shit?"
Detroit niggas, say up doe, where I be
Fresh as my nigga IB, up to Don C
The improved player, watch me turn that I to a V
On my third LP but by the its IV
the fourth, don't be surprised if I'm in first with (Holly's?)
We a long way from having hands together like God Please
Do I really emphasize, my mind spaced out
I call that bitch the enterprise
I hop up on the song with (MJ, I can't?), me hold my own
(Bitch I'm Sean?)

Verses standing out like it at 10 o'clock and its 10:05
Oh boy, I that spiritual
I'm the underdog but Underdog was a superhero too
And my going through hell, they need a miracle too
You're more about showing off, I'm more show and prove
Ya'll braggin so and so, like "Oh, he really it?
The new in rap? Well, can he really spit?"
Or do he just hide behind his skits like of these rappers do
And then ya'll go and praise him and his bitch like they savior of this shit
I'm "Aw, man. Here we go"
I'm not the man I was a year ago
I learned that could be a merry-go
Moving at a still is the scenario
I also learned some girls can fit the if they got a stereo
Crazy what a cold do for palm trees
Type that hold my hand even if they palm read
Got a good at home, yeah that's all me
I gave my number out on the outro I'm "call me", real nigga
Since they cut my umbilical, I pass in my physical
Yeah my woman is vegan, she got my ass different food
I got her listenin to music she wouldn't listen to
Got her vibin to Nas, she like "Man, This what I missin, boo?"
do what I didn't do, all the ridicule is just fuel
I'ma take this profit, I gotta flip it, no reciprocal
Nigga, fuck open arms, nigga open the
Respect in this bitch like a gun on my
like I got a gun in my face
I treat my life like I be a race
Supa Dupa flow, up up and
You at the top, I'm on the way
I'ma for your spot then I cum in your face
I been trying to I gotta have it to a habit
to the mathematics, I'ma add-it addict
Beware of the niggas who abandon when shit was abandoned
But for the mansion
Then hit after hit hit
Somebody me what's the fuckin batting average
Sky Paradise, you niggas can have it
Clique rainin so hard, you can water raft it

Man, we just around, man
Just off the top, on the spot, just fuckin
We was in three different today, man
Shout out to my old
Man, we going hard as fuck
My nigga Xeno, Mike Carcen, DJ Mo Beats, doe
Amir, Key Wayne, Mac, Dark Sky Paradise shit man
waddup doe
Hey the album out tomorrow, man I can't believe this
I believe it
Hey doe Detroit
Man waddup doe to my family, my friends, my
I do for ya'll
We put our hearts into shit
My damn near gone
I know its like 5 in the morning
We ain't in fuckin days
We do from the heart man
And we did out our way
up, it's time to get it, yeah
Countin over money
up